Chapter 2703

"Erik, I think we need to talk." This was the twelfth time Charles had said this today. His morality required him not to look directly at the answer in Erik's brain, especially when he wasn't wearing a helmet. Doing so was roughly equivalent to a breakup declaration.

But his curiosity, Charles thought, his damn curiosity—it must be curiosity, not some short video syndrome—made him have to get the answer, but Erik was still as difficult to deal with as ever.

Charles had known for a long time that if Erik made up his mind not to say something, others would never want to know.

Just like his ridiculous helmet, was it to prevent Charles from peeking at the secrets of his past? Did they have any past that wasn't experienced together?

If he had to give this helmet a name, Charles would call it "Don't bother me." The main effect was to prevent Charles from constantly saying "Erik, I think we need to talk" in his brain.

Charles also knew this was very annoying, but he still couldn't help asking for the thirteenth time, and by the fourteenth time, Erik put the helmet on again.

Still the same sentence, the friend of a stubborn person will always only be a stubborn person, but some people are open stubborn people, while others are invisible stubborn people—Charles chose to come to Erik's spiritual world.

Don't ask what the difference is between this and direct brainwave intrusion. The difference is that Charles can choose to come and knock on the door in his young appearance. Generally speaking, it works every time.

Erik still opened the door, seemingly not surprised by Charles's arrival at all. The young Professor X revealed a bright smile at him and asked, "Where is Anya? Did she run out to play again?"

"She was taken away by that raccoon and the yellow mouse. They found a baby cradle used by a spiritual race on another planet, so they took her away."

"This is rare." Professor X said, "The little girl should go out and play more, instead of being stuffy at home all day."

"If you had seen her German homework, you wouldn't think so." Erik walked into the room. Charles saw the paper on the table at first glance. There were many childish strokes on it, looking more related to Mayan characters than German.

Charles looked around the environment and said, "Do you miss that era so much? You have to stay in this room?"

Erik lowered his head to grade homework and said, "This is where Anya was born, which can provide the greatest stability for her spiritual body."

Charles resisted not looking at the homework on the table. He stood up and started to stroll around the room. Although he had been here many times, he still had endless details to see every time. He was addicted to studying these details. He could always find the old shadows of Erik that he didn't know.

Originally Charles should have gone straight to the theme, but he was fascinated by the traces of life everywhere. When he was young, he also dreamed of being a detective. Unfortunately, he was the person in the world most unable to feel happy about the revelation of suspense.

Charles looked out the window. He remembered that there were always a few crows there. The sky outside the window was gray, and the buildings in Berlin were different from those in his later memories. The walls showed a kind of panicked gray-white.

Charles knew very well that many people's spiritual worlds were different from their memories. The difference was that the spiritual world would be processed by themselves. If a place was their utopia of the heart, it would look more beautiful, and if a place made them feel fear, it would become darker and more terrifying.

But here it was different, Charles thought. It was hard for him to analyze Erik's feelings for this house. On the surface, it was gray and heavy, and even the ashes of the furnace fire couldn't float high. This was the most concrete psychological intention, which meant that when the young Erik stayed here, his mood was always very heavy.

But at the same time, it wasn't dark here, nor were there those intentions indicating fear. On the contrary, it was always very peaceful, and the firelight jumping in the fireplace was also very regular.

If Charles had to describe it, it would be like a small boat drifting all the way to the dawn in the stormy night. It looked fragile, but you knew it would definitely make it to dawn.

Charles came to the stairs. He had never been up before because this steep staircase was quite challenging for someone who had been a cripple for decades from the spiritual level. Charles didn't have the confidence to control his legs, even if it was scary to fall down the stairs in the spiritual world.

But today he planned to go up and take a look.

"Can I go up and take a look?" Charles asked.

Erik didn't raise his head and didn't answer, so Charles tried to lift his feet and walk up the stairs. He knew Anya's room was upstairs. The woman named Magda gave birth to Erik's eldest daughter in the bedroom upstairs.

Thanks to Anya, Charles realized that the somewhat short handrail by the stairs was prepared for Anya. Erik had prepared everything before production. He looked forward to the life of a family of three next, but unfortunately...

"Can I go up and see Mrs. Eisenhardt?" Shiler asked, "The due date should be within this week. I have entrusted a friend to bring a manual for midwifery. I am confident that there will be no problems, but I want to go up and confirm her situation."

"Of course you can." Erik's cigarette in his hand had burned out. He opened the window and let the smoke out as much as possible.

Shiler got up and walked to the stairs. Just as he wanted to reach out and grab the handrail, he found that the handrail was too short and wasn't prepared for adults, so he turned to look at Erik, smiled, and said, "It seems you have already prepared to welcome a little one, but really? Climbing stairs so young, aren't you really worried about her falling?"

"I think it will be her." Erik said somewhat proudly, "My daughter will definitely be very strong. She will walk down the stairs a week after learning to walk, but if not, I will support her."

Shiler walked up the stairs, and Erik went to the balcony to take the dried daisies. Pregnant women shouldn't use too strong spices, but the old buildings in Berlin always emitted a musty smell on rainy days, so they chose to use dried flowers as natural spices.

Soon Shiler's greeting was heard. They were chatting about topics related to prenatal preparation. Erik came to the balcony. When he reached out to take the flowers, a discordant noise appeared in the magnetic field.

He lowered his eyelids calmly and turned the dried daisies in his hand with his thin, long fingers.

Bang!

Jonathan hurriedly blocked his face with his arms to prevent the splashing sparks from splashing into his eyes. Dino, who was connecting wires to the wall, turned his head and looked at him and shouted, "What's wrong? Short-circuited?"

"No, nothing. You haven't connected the electricity yet, how could it short-circuit? This thing suddenly... for some reason..." Jonathan fiddled with the eavesdropping device in his hand and said, "I was debugging it, and it suddenly exploded and started smoking. Could it be broken?"

Dino put down the wire in his hand, walked over, picked up the small box, and pried the shell hard. A burnt smell came out, choking him into coughing twice.

"My God, how did this burn like this?" Dino looked at the black residue inside and said, "I said long ago that the equipment made by those Poles isn't reliable. Nick just likes cheap..."

"No way, we can't use the Soviets'. There isn't even a shell when we get it. German goods are too conspicuous, so we have to make do." Jonathan took the eavesdropping device and said, "It was fine when it was placed in the church, how did it break so quickly?"

"It broke at a really bad time." Dino sighed, looked left and right. Now they were squatting at the foot of the wall of the old building, but no one cared. He was just worried that the crows flying over his head would attract others' attention.

Jonathan looked up at the weather vane at the top of the roof. It looked like it was going to rain. He took a thin book out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Dino, "You put the book over first. The pregnant woman can't be delayed. I'll study it again. If it can't be repaired, go and dismantle the one previously placed at Artur's."

Dino nodded, tightened his trench coat, walked through the alley toward the tavern at the very end of this street. It would also provide some food at mealtime. Dino bought a sandwich and clamped the manual between the two layers of paper wrapping the sandwich.

Going around to the back of the building, there was a very narrow staircase. The staircase could go up to the rooftop of the building, but because this was an uphill slope, you could reach the window of a house from the rooftop.

That was obviously a house that hadn't been lived in for years. Dino stood on tiptoe and placed the sandwich on the edge of the balcony. This was a place that could be seen at a glance from outside the window of the master bedroom of the building where the Eisenhardt couple lived.

Shiler saw the sneaky hand and the sandwich in his hand, but he didn't say anything to Magda. This woman was full of maternal radiance.

"I don't know how to express my gratitude, Doctor. You saved both of us." Magda's eyes seemed to have tears. She said, "The escape along the way was too difficult. We originally planned to go to Ukraine, but they just wouldn't let us go. I was pregnant, and we couldn't run any further. It's good to be back in Germany."

"Yes, ma'am, this is Magnus's home." Shiler said.

"Is he a city person?" Magda asked. She wiped her eyes and said, "He never mentions his past to me."

"Yes, I think you can see that he was well-educated, speaks English and French, and can write in a good hand, but unfortunately..."

"Yes, no need to say it. We are all like this." Magda said, "I am a village girl, but I once had a very happy family. I am not even a believer in Judaism. I don't know why they..."

"Ma'am, everything is in the past. Think about your child." Shiler comforted, "She is about to see this world. You and Magnus have the ability to provide her with a safe environment."

"Yes, yes, I know." Magda appeared somewhat nervous. She looked into Shiler's eyes and said, "You are the same kind of people, right?"

Shiler still asked very gently, "What?"

"When we escaped, Marx once... I mean Magnus, he... he behaved unusually. He always knew where the people chasing us were. He made them disappear several times."

Shiler sighed slightly. He saw that this wasn't a smart girl, and could even be said to be a bit stupid. She and Magneto were destined not to walk to the end.

"Yes, we are all a bit special, but special is a good thing in this era, isn't it?" Shiler looked into Magda's eyes and said, "This kind of special saved your life, and will save you many more times."

"I hope so. I'm starting to feel a little pain in my stomach."